motherless. At this time Andrew and Maria had thirteen grandchildren. Within three years, they had lost their son-in-law, Ole, and their own darling daughter, Julia, at age thirty-six, just a few days before Julia and Martin's fourteenth wedding anniversary. The following information was told by Milton Richins who lived in the newly constructed brick house with Edgar Gaarder and his aunt Lucy Richins. Milton's mother passed away and his father was a brother to Zina and Pearl Richins. "Martin never remarried, and one day while he was mine prospecting, his house burned down, and took all that he and the children had, except their lives. A new home was constructed on the property that George Fearn Sr. lives on now (1970). The oldest daughter, Laura Gillettie (known as Lettie), took over the motherly duties at age thirteen to care for her siblings." On Memorial Day, May 1979, our family (Frank & Lois Anderson) constructed a headstone in cement and marked the burial spot of Andrew Johnson and Morgan Pioneer History Binds Us Together Maria Agusta Christiansen Johnson. The exact place was not known until Lois Anderson wrote to "Agnes Rogerson" on November 3,1968, and the following letter was received: "I'm writing for Mrs. Rogerson in reference to your letter concerning Andrew and Maria A. Johnson. As far as mother knows, there was only the two daughters, Julia and Agnes, if there was a son, she never knew about it. Andrew and Maria Johnson are buried in the Milton Cemetery, but we do not know the plot number. We tend the graves each year, but I would be at a loss to direct you to it. Mother says that Herbert Whittier may be able to tell you where the plot is as they have the plot adjoining. Sincerely, for Agnes Rogerson, daughter June Houser." The day the letter was received, Lois Anderson went to Herbert Whittier's home and he accompanied her to the Milton Cemetery, where he positively identified the plot. Andrew Johnson died in January of 1913. Maria Agusta's exact death date is unknown. ©9 Louisa Tonks Jones Louisa was bom on February 28,1863 in Salt Lake City, to William Tonks and Martha Derricott Tonks. She was the fifth of eight children (three boys and five girls). They lived in the old Nineteenth Ward area, a few blocks northwest of the Temple grounds. Louisa's father opened up a nail factory and blacksmith shop while in Salt Lake City. In 1866 her family was called to help colonize Morgan County, where again William worked at his blacksmith trade, establishing the first blacksmith shop in Morgan. Their first home in Morgan was a one room dugout which was located on the lot that is now (1981) occupied by the Homer Francis home (96 South State Street). It had steps going down into it just like a cellar and when it rained, everything would get soaking wet. They later moved to a log house where the L.D.S. Seminary is now standing (30 North 200 East) Louisa recalls it was so cold here that the flowers in the house would freeze. The vegetables would also freeze and it would make the potatoes so sweet, they didn't like them at all. In 1872 her parents bought land in South Round Valley, where they built a large stone home. Louisa traveled back and forth to Morgan by horse and buggy or wagon to attend school. As kids, she and Benjamin Jones attended school together. When they grew older, Ben would bring the drills from the lime kiln to her father's blacksmith shop and Louisa would see him. Their affection for each other grew, and on October 25,1883, they were married in the Endowment House in Salt Lake City. She was twenty-one years old. They made their home in Morgan until the following May when they moved to Arizona. A number of people were being sent to settle in Arizona, and Ben decided to go with them and get some land. He had always worked on the lime kiln and didn't have any land and couldn't find any to buy. They traveled by team and wagon and everything went well until they reached southern Utah. While making camp one evening on the bank of a large river, a man came along and told them that if they were going to Arizona, they were going to have to cross the river that night or wait for a week or two, as the river would be flooding the next day. They decided they didn't want to wait, so prepared to cross that night in the dark. They had many problems and it took them all night to get across. The water was so high that it got into the wagon boxes and soaked everything. They spent the next day drying out and all of this was unnecessary because the river didn't flood after all. The next river they came to was so high that they had to take the wagons apart and go across in a row boat. 107